A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an, "Oh, beg your pardon". Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams. All around a pug-nosed dream. . The music started and was I
I've grown accustomed to his face. He almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed. To the tune that he whistles night and noon. . His smiles, his frowns. His ups, his downs. Are second na
